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letra de tarantino - do not resurrect

[hook]
hop out the whip then i hop on his neck
we sending some shots at your vest
if you talkin’ that sh-t then we pop at your set
my men don’t take kindly to threats
and i’m stacking that guala, guala by the c-note
i’m smackin’ your daughter, daughter
she freak if i ask it i got it, got it
b-tch i’m evil, my life like a movie by q. tarantino
i’m slapping that clip in, that’s a tec
and i’m racking that biditch
god of death i’m too accurate with it
gotta jet, an immaculate image of god in the flesh
and i’m back into business
not to fret, i’m spectacular with it
got a check and i’m splashin’ on n-ggas
got her wet if i’m baggin’ a b-tch that’s a ten outta ten, outta ten

[verse]
tryna fill up my pants with bands
my thumper want smoke likе it’s amsterdam
i dump on your clique if it jams, it jams
i run up and give еm these hands on hands
lil n-gga, my b-tch from the land j-pan
i’m f-ckin’ with b-tches that dance to dance
then f-ck on they friends cuz i’m in command
i don’t have that big an attention span
lil n-gga, if i want the world in my hands then i got it
thinkin’ of spazzin’, i’ve really had it with you products
grippin’ the gat and then let him have it
who’d have thought it
lookin’ to splatter you when i ran up with the yopper
you a typical b-st-rd you woulda had it if i dropped it
now it’s too bad cuz i really ran off with the profit
if i’m smackin’ her ass then you know that b-tch is real exotic
what i have in my attic will make a n-gga wanna vomit
[hook]
hop out the whip then i hop on his neck
we sending some shots at your vest
if you talkin’ that sh-t then we pop at your set
my men don’t take kindly to threats
and i’m stacking that guala, guala by the c-note
i’m smackin’ your daughter, daughter
she freak if i ask it i got it, got it
b-tch i’m evil, my life like a movie by q. tarantino
i’m slapping that clip in, that’s a tec
and i’m racking that biditch
god of death i’m too accurate with it
gotta jet, an immaculate image of god in the flesh
and i’m back into business
not to fret, i’m spectacular with it
got a check and i’m splashin’ on n-ggas
got her wet if i’m baggin’ a b-tch that’s a ten outta ten, outta
hop out the whip then i hop on his neck
we sending some shots at your vest
if you talkin’ that sh-t then we pop at your set
my men don’t take kindly to threats
and i’m stacking that guala, guala by the c-note
i’m smackin’ your daughter, daughter
she freak if i ask it i got it, got it
b-tch i’m evil, my life like a movie by q. tarantino

- do not resurrect

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